Aunt Cindy’s Final Love Affair “See you later, ladies! Have a good weekend!” Cindy Bemis said to her co-workers—actually her subordinates, since Cindy was the chief records clerk in the office of the Clerk of the Pacificum Supreme Court and Court of Appeals. The other ladies said similar things and went out. Cindy closed up the office in the basement of the Pacificum State Capitol, walked to the exit, put on her hat and coat to face the chilly February weather, and went out to catch the...

I loved her so much that I even asked White Beaver if the parson would come and say the words to make me and Moon Owl married to each other. He started to laugh, but then stopped. “I’m right sorry to have to say this, Singing Sparrow,” he said, “but no parson would ever do that.” I did not understand. “Why not?” I asked. “Well, it’s because you and Moon Owl are both male gals. The parsons have a book that they say has everything in it that the Great Spirit ever said, and if it ain’t in there,...

‘‘Now all we have to do is decide what kind of girl you’re going to be.’’ Leslie gestured to us all to sit round the table where she had a pad and pen waiting. ‘‘We’re going to play a game. It’s a game to describe our girl.’’ ‘‘She’ll not be pretty.’’ I shook my head and sat as I could see that nothing would deter them. ‘‘Part one is to describe all the processes he’ll have to go through.’’ Leslie handed out sheets to Susie and Shelley. ‘‘There’s no limits; let your imagination be as free as...

Our mutual delight was interrupted by a piercing shriek, and then another. We had to turn to look. John had been wrong about his mom not interrupting us. She had silently opened the basement door to spy on us, and her horrifying reward had been to find her son embracing and kissing a long-haired boy wearing a bra, who was so excited he had just ejaculated in his pants — a boy whose pants must be visibly soaked with semen! “So this,” John’s mom said in a tone of outraged condemnation, “this is...

Her brows rose quizzically but I pretended not to notice. In truth, I’d been in something of a mental turmoil. I was questioning myself and coming to some conclusions that I didn’t understand. I’d liked being taken for a girl. More than that, I really loved the idea of dressing up, jewellery, hair and makeup. I loved the feel of the clothes, the heels, and the scent of perfume. I wasn’t sure about sucking another penis though. The thought appalled me but at the same time it thrilled me. It...

He looked down at me and smiled back. “You are the perfect wife, my dear,” he replied. “You take care of me, and I shall make sure that your ex-wife and family are safe from any harm.” As long as you are unconditionally mine, no harm shall fall on your ex-wife.

This is crazy, John thought. It was risky, too; if he went through with it, he would risk having to go to confession again, and maybe again and again. But could John’s idea, though crazy and risky, help Ben< with his problem of lack of female companionship — a problem he said was killing him?John took a deep breath. He was going to find out. Maybe Ben would just laugh at him, and his idea would be no help at all—but he had to find out.Already he had bought himself a curly wig arranged in...

I knew Mme. Norman had not read me and as the luncheon progressed, Leslie mentioned that I was looking for a way to stay in New York for the winter. Trina Norman offered me a modeling job on the spot. I demurred, telling her I would let her know. Here was a daring and dramatic answer to my dilemma; perhaps too daring, too dramatic. Leslie encouraged >me to take it. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to take up a transgendered lifestyle. The Lockmans encouraged me to take it if I...

‘‘You’re very quiet,’’ Peter said as he watched his Mom read the results of his DNA analysis. ‘‘I think you’d better read this,’’ She said softly, passing the papers to him. ‘‘It says that I’m part Irish, and part Italian, with a smaller percentage match with Greece and Scotland,’’ Peter replied. ‘‘That sounds good; there’s nothing strange there. I almost wish there was something different about it.’’ ‘‘You haven’t read it properly.’’ His Mom reached out and took his hand. ‘‘Look at the top...

“Well!” Mark pressed. Again, no reply. “You’re more of a flaming pansy than Alicia even mentioned, aren’t you?” an impatient Mark demanded. “Please,  Master Manley,” Shelley whimpered. “Don’t hurt me.” “I won’t hurt you, you pantywaist sissy. I just want to make certain we have an understanding and see eye-to-eye.” With that, Mark placed his large hands around Shelley’s slender waist - his fingers nearly touching around the maid’s waist-cinched tummy. As if he were a feather, Mark lifted...

Encounter with an Admirer Oh, dear! I’m so embarrassed—but so excited too! I’m being fully overcome by the sex craze, just as when I was a secretly effeminate young teen playing girlfriend for imaginary boys—and now I’ve actually >agreed to meet you for sex! It’s been a long time since I had sex with a man. I did it with quite a few men in my 20s, but I stopped before I was 30. And yet, when you told me about the orgasms you’ve had while reading my books—well, I just couldn’t resist! I’ve...

‘‘You haven’t told me what I have to do,’’ I reminded him. ‘‘Oh, no I haven’t; how remiss of me.’’ He laughed. ‘‘Of course, there are no real duties as such; it’s just that you’ll be doing everything as a young woman.’’ ‘‘But I’m not a young woman.’’ ‘‘Of course not, but you could learn how to be one.’’ ‘‘I don’t think…’’ I started. ‘‘Sorry, I should have explained that part sooner.’’ He smiled. ‘‘I want you to adopt the mantle, so to speak, of a young woman. After all, as you observed, all...

‘‘Hi Marianne, I couldn’t find the phone again,’’ she said when her friend picked up. ‘‘How’s it going with the boy?’’ ‘‘It’s okay, I suppose. I really wish he’d been a girl though; life would be so much easier.’’ ‘‘I already told you, you’ve time on your side. You could get him to understand that his life would be better if he lived it as a girl.’’ ‘‘I don’t know if I dare. What would his father say?’’ ‘‘If you handle it right, you could be the really sympathetic one, looking after his poor...

“I don’t have any sisters. The girl you saw was... was me.” Lolita was quite surprised, and somewhat uncertain that I was telling the truth. “What are you saying? Are you telling me that you like dressing up like a woman, or something like that? Are you a fag? A transvestite?” “Honey, I wish it were that easy,” I answered, nervously. “What I’m telling you is that I am a woman. I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body. I know it sounds corny, but that’s exactly what I’m saying; it’s exactly how I...

‘‘That’s not the point; you couldn’t feel so feminine in handed down lingerie.’’ Olivia held out some black panties towards him. ‘‘This is your lingerie; all yours and yours alone.’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I promise that you’ll feel so different when you’re wearing it.’’ ‘‘I shouldn’t,’’ Darren replied, picking up another of the bags and feeling the silky material inside. ‘‘I couldn’t…’’ ‘‘Oh, but you will,’’ Olivia said. ‘‘I’ll bet that even now, your mind is tumbling over with thoughts that you’re...

I still couldn’t put it all into perspective when I got home. Everything seemed so normal again, as if I’d never been away. I struggled to put all these experiences into context in the following weeks. Dad was preoccupied; not that I could have told him that I’d been having sex with a boy who acted like a girl. I couldn’t tell Thelma that her nephew had kissed me like I was a girl either. I certainly couldn’t tell either of them that it had left me confused. Was I wrong to be confused? Should...